Despicable You

just a poem to myself

I see you staring through the window
Forehead pressed against the glass
In hopes that things will soon get better
Or that this life will quickly pass

You know of nothing but how to hurt
You only see the endless rain
You may be sorry for your mistakes
But there's no way to blot the stains

You're just not worth the extra effort
You'll never be quite good enough
You're family's gone, they've turned away
The love you crave is an empty bluff

You're blinded to the striking truth
Your plight is endless, no escape
So lay down here and stop the breathing
As dark reality takes shape

You're nothing like a butterfly
Soon to emerge from a dark cocoon
Sad to say you're just a worm
You're just an ugly, despicable you

Author's Note

Words said yesterday, or even years ago, still have affect today.

Reviews

[ashley]

This poem broke my heart.
"You're nothing like a butterfly
Soon to emerge from a dark cocoon
Sad to say you're just a worm
You're just an ugly, despicable you"
It's horrible, but sometimes when I'm lying awake late at night, I start to think this of myself... Maybe everything I thought I was supposed to be was just a lie... maybe I'm not as special as I wish I was... maybe I'll forever be the ugly duckling, grown full-fledged ugly duck, never meant to be a swan... It's an awful thought to have, and one I never let myself really ponder, because I'm terrified it's the truth. I've never met you really, but from your poems and your reviews and your messages, I can tell you without a doubt, it's a lie. You're nothing close to a worm - you're a butterfly. Maybe you don't have your wings yet, but trust me, you will. If anyone is a butterfly, it's you. Smile wide, you deserve it. :D

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Sometimes words can cut like a knife..or even worse, a chainsaw. It's a shame how easily we overlook verbal abuse. Facing painful words and overcoming them is important in stopping the cycle. I just get the feeling that this story feels like a triumph. I feel as if I am looking down on hurtful words that have been proven wrong. Being able to love is proof of the lies being exposed. This poem was hard to read, but your honesty is heartfelt.

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely written. I think many have felt this way for different reasons.

A note about the worm though. It may be ugly and live in dark places, but they are wonderful creatures. We raised earthworms until I was in HS. They take the sh*t of the world and turn it into something fertile and useful. Without those worms the soil would be a dry and barren landscape.